Moondreams
If I look at the moon and raise my hand
It catches in its beam.
Would that I could catch
And hold my dreams as easy.
I lie down on the blanket,
Looking up at the breathless
Starlit night,
And pull memories of you
Down next to me.
It catches in its beam.
Would that I could catch
And hold my dreams as easy.
I lie down on the blanket,
Looking up at the breathless
Starlit night,
And pull memories of you
Down next to me.
posted by temppixie at 10:56 AM
2 Comments:
hello... just wanted to say i really liked your poems :)
Thanks for your visit and kind comments.Did you look up Laurence Hope?
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